Fading Light
At the intersection, our paths converged. The pedestrian line blurred beneath our hurried steps. The world spun, and then it shattered.
A car, impatient and reckless, swung left. I had just crossed, but my dog lingered behind. A cry, raw and desperate, pierced the air. I turned, and there it was: my loyal companion, struck by the heartless wheels.
Blood flowed from his mouth, and his eyes were wide with pain. I stood frozen, waiting for him to rise, to defy the odds. But life slipped away, leaving me clutching his broken body.
The metallic scent clung to my skin, nauseating yet impossible to release. Tears streamed down my face, a waterfall of grief. In my arms, he took his final breath, and the world dimmed.
Emotionless, motionless, he lay—a void in my heart. Just hours earlier, he'd wagged his tail, eyes bright, urging me for walks. Now, my grandpa and I laid him to rest, memories etched in the soil.
He was more than a pet; he was my confidant, my playmate, my silent companion. And though time would dull the ache, I'd forever expect his greeting at the door, only to remember: that he was gone.
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